Hyesung stared at the photo. Eric. It was Eric. A man he barely knew. Hyesung instinctively touched the spot on his neck. A twirl in his stomach made him nauseated. But not in the way one would think.

“You mean…” Minwoo widened his eyes. “Your cooking teacher…Eric? Him?”

Hyesung nodded.

“He is gay!?” Andy yelled almost too loudly.

Hyesung shrugged.

“Well, he wouldn’t have given you that big hickey if he wasn’t.” Chilhyun pointed.

“He could be bi like J—” Andy shut himself up when he looked at Hyesung. “Do you want us to stop talking about it?”

Hyesung shrugged again.

He didn’t know what he was feeling. He didn’t want his friends to talk about it, but he also didn’t want them to stop talking. He was more bewildered by his own feelings. He wasn’t feeling particularly disgusted. He wasn’t feeling particularly good either. Shocked, sure, but not surprised.

“Do you remember any of it?” Minwoo interrogated.

“Bits and pieces,” Hyesung talked finally again. “But not him,”

“Are you gonna talk with him about it?” Chilhyun chimed in too, as he put his phone away.

“Definitely not,” Hyesung swore. “He probably doesn’t remember it either, so I am not going to bring it up.” he mumbled.

“Sure,” Andy nodded. “You want more to drink?”

“God, yes,”

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Dongwan was in his thoughts and didn’t notice Minwoo entering his office with Manse. The short man greeted everyone politely and advanced the lawyer. “Dongwan,” the voice calling his name caused Dongwan to lift his head up. “Oh, sorry, did I interrupt something?” Minwoo questioned softly, while letting go of Manse’s hand. “My mom couldn’t look after him, so we decided to spend the day together. Didn’t we, Manse?” the boy nodded.

“You don’t interrupt anything,” Dongwan smiled. “Good to see you,”

Minwoo smiled back, and their eyes stared at one another – deeply. “Err…” Minwoo cleared his throat. “What are you doing?”

“Reading and studying this case,” Dongwan explained. “I won’t let Byunghoon win, so I don’t sleep.” he chuckled.

“You work so hard,” Minwoo was surprised. “I feel almost…lazy seeing how much you cram.”

“Oh, don’t you worry. You hired me for a reason,” Dongwan chuckled. “I take care of the case and you should only care about looking beautiful and looking after your adorable son,” he ruffled the small boy’s hair.

“Beautiful?” Minwoo spoke quizzically. “You think I’m beautiful?”

“Yeah,” Dongwan spoke earnestly. “Who doesn’t?” They both knew, who didn’t find Minwoo beautiful. “Byunghoon is blind.” Dongwan reached his hand to the hairs that had landed onto Minwoo’s forehead. “He will regret the day he let go off you…”

Minwoo’s heartbeat was going crazy when he jolted up quickly and harrumphed loudly. “I think me, and Manse should go. We have a big day coming up.” He grabbed his son’s hand and squeezed it nervously. “Thank you, Dongwan-sshi.”

“Yeah, no….no problem,” Dongwan cleared his throat too, as he stood up and bowed at his client. “Have a nice day.”

“You too,” Minwoo stuttered as he and Manse left the room.

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“Andy!” The said man raised his head. “Hi!”

“Chungjae,” Andy smiled from ear to ear as his best friend approached to him. His face fell as soon as he saw someone with the man. “Who is your friend?” he interrogated politely, bowing to her as she bowed to him.

“Sumin,” Junjin introduced. “Sumin, this is Pudding—I mean Andy,” he blushed a little from embarrassment.

“Oh, you’re the guy that saw us,” She grinned. “Chungjae talks about you all the time.”

Andy felt a bang in his chest when she referred to the man as Chungjae. Andy and Hyesung were usually the only one’s to call him that. When Andy had invited Junjin to the dinner – that the man had promised to pay as a treat for the younger man – he had not expected to be the third wheel. Sumin kept kissing Junjin’s neck as if she didn’t even need dinner.

“He talks about me?” Andy tried to converse. <